Today, I find myself wondering: how many mothers in Estonia are lying awake at night, fearing that their sons may soon become cannon fodder?
My own son serves in the U.S. military, and every single day my heart aches for his safety. His life no longer belongs to him — it is in the hands of incompetent, money-driven individuals who treat human lives as disposable assets. The son I gave birth to and raised with love and care is now subject to decisions made by strangers.
As a mother, the helplessness I feel is almost unbearable. No matter how old our children are, the instinct to protect them remains until our last breath.
When my elder son joined the military in the fall of 2022, it gave me a profound push to start advocating for peace and diplomacy.
As the mother of two sons, I wish nothing more than for them to live in peace, to love and be loved, to build families, and to find joy in life.
I did not bring my sons into this world to fight senseless wars, where death brings no honor — only grief.
Where are the hearts of Estonia’s mothers?
How many would willingly send their children to die for causes that have no real value?
Why are mothers silent? Why are we not protesting against the machinery of war?
Are we truly willing to quietly send our sons to certain death?
It is heartbreaking to see us building a future where our children inherit a morally broken, violent, and impoverished society.
Children who were born into freedom now face living in a toxic and dangerous environment — is this really the legacy we want to leave behind?
We are letting foreign organizations and distant interests gamble with OUR children’s lives.
Why doesn’t this outrage us?
Why are we silent when children are exploited and our elderly abused?
Where is the line we refuse to let them cross?
All over the world today, mothers are mourning their lost children — Russians, Ukrainians, Jews, Palestinians, Syrians — a mother’s grief knows no borders.
The pain of losing a child is the heaviest burden any heart can bear.
No mother should ever have to weep at her son’s grave, regardless of his nationality.
In the end, the winner in war is not the side with the most victories — it is the side with fewer graves.
It is time — now more than ever — to speak of PEACE.
/Ülle Pukk, Koos/ Facebook
